A study compared brain scans of entrepreneurs who’d lost a business to those of parents who’d lost a child. They found the same kind of footprint in both.
Jianna, thank you for your sharing your story. Your place sounds super dreamy and you have encouraged me to wander down the street later and buy something from my local bookstore. Also, I have been laid off from jobs that I was not passionate about and even still there was grief — loss of routine, loss of purpose, loss of identity and loss of the people I loved working with, those are all very real things so adding the loss of a Dream on top...it's no wonder you still have strong feelings! Proud of you for having the courage to try in the first place...most of us will only ever wonder "what if"...
What a truly kind comment! I love the way you characterize Jianna's story and I completely agree. What she wrote isn't easy or necessarily popular to talk about and I think she did it beautifully.
And giving ME permission to name drop?!?!? Nothing sweeter. In which case, I will mention that Greg Kinnear came over too and he made me laugh so hard when he continually fake judged me for oversalting my food. It would all get lost in translation if I tried to describe it, but I really adored him and had never spent that much time with him before. I will refrain from dropping other names - unless someone else asks too. xoxo
Oh that's such a sweet way to look at it. These are really the people I love the most and who support me the most – besides my mom stepdad and brothers. And it is crazy that the two that I call my best friends both ended up being so wildly famous in different realms. I have my own theories about that that I've been thinking about as I'm writing this damn memoir ha ha.
I love that your name-dropping tends to circle back to Michael and Courteney. It’s not name-dropping when you’ve been friends for decades.
I’m in California, too, which is also my paradise! Five days in LA’s Koreatown, and I’m on day two in an incredibly isolated little glamping spot near Joshua Tree. Even a public vomiting incident in Beverly Hills can’t tarnish this wonderful place for me. While I’m looking forward to seeing my kid and cat late tomorrow night, I’m sure the crying jag I always have when I leave California is on its way.
Now, off to read Jianna’s story in the hot tub while gazing upon the spiky trees and still-snowy mountains! As a former entrepreneur who’s shuttered a couple of ventures, I’m sure it’ll get me.
That line about opening a vein with a dull pocket knife is a killer.
Covid fucked up so much--and it would've been so much less fucked if Trump wasn't such a useless shitbag, who proceeded to turn a lethal illness into a political issue.
It's extraordinarily difficult when a dream is murdered like that, and you're left with nothing to look forward to. Life can feel like an endless period of enduring existence, and waiting to die.
Jianna, thank you for your sharing your story. Your place sounds super dreamy and you have encouraged me to wander down the street later and buy something from my local bookstore. Also, I have been laid off from jobs that I was not passionate about and even still there was grief — loss of routine, loss of purpose, loss of identity and loss of the people I loved working with, those are all very real things so adding the loss of a Dream on top...it's no wonder you still have strong feelings! Proud of you for having the courage to try in the first place...most of us will only ever wonder "what if"...
Name drop anytime. We love it.
Thank you for sharing your vulnerable story, Jianna.
What a truly kind comment! I love the way you characterize Jianna's story and I completely agree. What she wrote isn't easy or necessarily popular to talk about and I think she did it beautifully.
And giving ME permission to name drop?!?!? Nothing sweeter. In which case, I will mention that Greg Kinnear came over too and he made me laugh so hard when he continually fake judged me for oversalting my food. It would all get lost in translation if I tried to describe it, but I really adored him and had never spent that much time with him before. I will refrain from dropping other names - unless someone else asks too. xoxo
Asking nicely to keep dropping names, please? I like knowing the people I think seem lovely, actually are.
Oh that's such a sweet way to look at it. These are really the people I love the most and who support me the most – besides my mom stepdad and brothers. And it is crazy that the two that I call my best friends both ended up being so wildly famous in different realms. I have my own theories about that that I've been thinking about as I'm writing this damn memoir ha ha.
Anyway, thank you!!
Ditto. And in some ways, it's a six degree of separation of knowing them (in)directly.
With how close we all are here, I would say second degree
I love that your name-dropping tends to circle back to Michael and Courteney. It’s not name-dropping when you’ve been friends for decades.
I’m in California, too, which is also my paradise! Five days in LA’s Koreatown, and I’m on day two in an incredibly isolated little glamping spot near Joshua Tree. Even a public vomiting incident in Beverly Hills can’t tarnish this wonderful place for me. While I’m looking forward to seeing my kid and cat late tomorrow night, I’m sure the crying jag I always have when I leave California is on its way.
Now, off to read Jianna’s story in the hot tub while gazing upon the spiky trees and still-snowy mountains! As a former entrepreneur who’s shuttered a couple of ventures, I’m sure it’ll get me.
Almost forgot! I’ll take any spare 4X shirt that’s floating around your desk.
You got it! That’s the first of the two I promised to give out. In other words, You Are Number One, Robin!!
Aw shucks! 😊😹 Thanks! I have such a cute outfit planned for it!
I can't wait to see!
That line about opening a vein with a dull pocket knife is a killer.
Covid fucked up so much--and it would've been so much less fucked if Trump wasn't such a useless shitbag, who proceeded to turn a lethal illness into a political issue.
It's extraordinarily difficult when a dream is murdered like that, and you're left with nothing to look forward to. Life can feel like an endless period of enduring existence, and waiting to die.